Andre Fagassi

If you want to continue being in the limelight, keep playing tennis, do some charity work or maybe start your own wig line. Not write a book and reveal a lifetime of lies.

From hero to zero.

Luck & Intuition

I knew it was going to be a good day when we managed to find parking just round the bend of the US Embassy.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we spotted our agent’s car.

I knew it was going to be a good day when Roz nearly slipped on the mossy pavement. Hohoho. Just kidding.

I knew it was going to be a good day when the metal detectors didn’t sound when we walked through them.

I knew it was going to be a great day when the pigeon hole to store our belongings was No. 28!

I knew it was going to be a great day when the time printed on our ticket number showed 8:28am!

I knew it was going to be a good day when we waited at most only 28 minutes before our numbers were called to go into the next room.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we didn’t get Counter 3.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we got Counter 6.

I knew it was going to be a good day when we got a male interviewer.

I knew it was going to be a good day when Roz turned around to give me a smirk before the end of her interview.

I knew it was going to be a great day when the interviewer started typing away before he questioned me.

I knew it was going to be a greater day when Gerry (our interviewer) chopped my visa application form.

Because as it turned out, it was indeed a glorious day as our visas were approved!

Now here's to...
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Imagine ☮

She is simply merveilleux. I imagine John Lennon would be proud of this cover. Personally, I felt she did the song justice, and for a great cause too. And I think it's a great homage to the legendary and most talented Beatle.

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
And only Matthew in the sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today 

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace 

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day that you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

People of the nation
Are you listening
It isn't equal if it's sometimes
I want a real democracy
Imagine all the people
Could love equally

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
Just a brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

With nothing to hate
Nothing to think
Just people in love and
Friends to heartbreaks 

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day that you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

Live. Life. Love.

Oh...it's that time of the year again, and hopefully, it'll be the last of it. No, I'm not talking about my period. Nor am I menopausal. I'm talking about the dreaded examination period. Loathe it, loathe it, loathe it! Hate the stress it brings. Hate the chilly late nights in the library it puts me through. Oh for ***'s sake, what's there to like?? I digress.

What I actually really (Is one of the words redundant? Heh.) wanted to say is...we can't like everything about everyone. Because you and me, we are the same. Human on the outside, broken on the inside. We are all running the rat race, racing...wanting...hoping, to get fixed. And sometimes, we get so caught up in this endless, self-defeating, pointless pursuit of wealth, prestige and power, we soon start to forget...about the things that bring us tears, and the things that bring us fears; about the things that bring us joy, and the things that keep us coy. We forget about the people we care. We forget about the people we have. We forget about the people we love. We simply forget.

But in simply forgetting, we will come to realise, it is the people we are blessed to have in our lives and the ones we have chosen to keep that make us whole, that make us beautiful, that make our lives, worth living.

La vita è bella.

So, memento vivere.

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For Simply Existing

I haven't been updating my blog, but it is with good reason.

I haven't been inspired.

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Life, which I have imagined to be a cup of vanilla ice cream with chunks of Oreo cookie, and semisweet chocolate chip cookie dough, and pecan nuts, with a twirl of caramel. Life, which I have pictured to be deck chairs lying on a beach, on an endless stretch of white smooth sand, looking out into a sea of clear blue waters, with gentle waves beating the shore at rhythmic intervals. Life, which I have thought so beautiful, has not been a pretty picture of late. No, it isn't my own life, but rather, the life of others around me, which I am fortunately, or unfortunately apart of; the life of others around me that have painted clouds of grey and waves of violence on my picture of Life. My Life. Tainted.

I have come to conclude, after careful observation, that people (Perhaps I am being too general. And perhaps, even a little too kind.) of late of our generation of my generation have pretty loose moral values, or none of them. A dreadful living society my generation has become. Tragic, to be more precise. It is a living society that is filthy and unhealthy. A living society that I am disgusted of and revolted by, for haplessly being in its presence; for ill-fatedly existing in this lifetime. Oh, fml.

Being a Christian once before, it would be so easy to blame the institution of the church, or religion in general, for the "deterioration" of people, especially having had a personal encounter with one of those people before. A personal encounter that struck a chord, deep within my core. It is them I blame for my lost of faith in Christianity. Them, who attend church and still find it in themselves to commit acts of loose morals. Them, who attend church only to tarnish its reputation it has spent an eternity building. Them, are people not fit to be called humans. I am harsh and yet I am no saint. But at least, I do not disguise the fact that I am not one for I am not a hypocrite.

And I would hate to have to ever meet one of them ever again.

Or maybe, just maybe, I already am in the presence of them for simply, just simply...existing.

At You I Sigh

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all that we will know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.
~William Butler Yeats

No Reply

Nothing irks me more than non-replies.

Where is the fucking courtesy in people these days??

The fact that people feel reluctant to call/text others on a different telco line from them is just pathetic and cheapskate.

To think people would rather stinge on 15 cents (or even 5 fucking cents) than reply a text pisses me off. Actually, it makes me really sad knowing that I'm not even worth 5/15 cents. And omg, we're speaking in terms of Ringgit Malaysia! Geezus Christ!

Fuck calls/texts. Even emails. Emails that don't even cost a cent to send (pun not intended), and people can't even make a bloody effort to reply.

Oh just ftw.

Fight Club

Am I suppose to fight the fight?

After all, how much can I know about myself if I've never been in a fight?